Da B Side chords and lyrics - DA BRAT, JERMAINE DUPRI, NOTORIOUS B.I.G.

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]B Side, B side, ha[Am], check it
So, So Def Bad Boy
collaboration
The Notorious BIG in the house
We got Da Brat in [Dm]the house
And me, y'all know who I be
Check [Em]it
[G]I got

[Verse 2]
[Am]that shit all you niggas
just love to ride to
[Em]Funk for your trunk is what I provide you
So [Dm]slide through your hood
with me in your deck
'Cause your correct way to
get your groove [G]on flomps

[Verse 3]
And I [Am]paid the costs to be the
boss as a kid
[Em]Fucked around and made some shit
you can't fuck with
[Dm]They thought luck did it, but it didn't
'cause I'm back again
Back with the Big and my
[G]new- found friend

[Verse 4]
Sliding [Am]in from the front,
never way behind
Niggas [Em]wonder how I came
with this style of mine
[Dm]Remain in your seats as I release
the clip into yo' [Gsus4]hip
Brat and Biggie Smalls
Aw, [G#dim]shit! On

[Verse 5]
[Am]
top of all that, I'm so,
so remark[Em]able
Flow to make you motherfuckers know
[Dm]Ain't an MC coming close to touch
[Gsus4]Bitches I like to fuck,
guns I like to [G]bust, so

[Verse 6]
[Am]Lay on back, light u[Em]p the blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
just [Gsus4]what you want
[G]Lay [Am]on back, light up th[Em]e blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
just [Gsus4]what you want[G]

[Verse 7]
[Am]I never knew, niggas had a clue
On [Em]who was the king of the street
More [Dm]deep than a Range Rover jeep,
guns under the seat
And my [F]nigga just [Gsus4]came home from work,
release
[G#dim]Cristal

[Verse 8]
[Am]in my lap,
chronic in [Dm]the air
[Em](Nigga, pass that shit like
you just [Dm]don't care)
Yeah, you on my shit list,
Biggie burns spliffs
[Gsus4]when I'm pissed,
release the Rolex from [Dm]your wrist

[Verse 9]
Nigga, [Am]no human being,
Korean or [Dm]European
[Em]Be seein' what Big be seein',
I leave [Dm]'em peein'
In they draws, be'cause Biggie Smalls
Is [G]far from [Gsus4]weak , Brat, tat, tat,
[G]please speak
[Am](Nigga, close your eyes,
'cause you already see
[Em]The Notorious B, R, A, T) The [Dm]raw combination,
the destination
Number [Gsus4]one tote a gun
with no hesita[G]tion
[Dm]Live with the funkdafied cutie pie

[Verse 10]
Gat [Dm]by the thigh, the Sm[Am]alls by her si[Dm]de
If you fuck with her you got
to fuck with me
And we'll be rapping at your motherfuckin' eulogy,
[Am]so

[Verse 11]
Lay on back, light [Em]up the blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
just [Gsus4]what you want
[G]Lay [Am]on back, light up th[Em]e blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
just [Gsus4]what you want
Brat, tat, tat, [G]tat, please speak

[Verse 12]
I got [Am]the funk in my pocket,
shit stay locked down
The [Em]nigga you know who represent
them platinum sounds
[Dm]Now baby Biggie, I done heard
that Juicy
Didn't find [Gsus4]nuthin' but truth,
in [F]the hook B
You're [Dm]pledging to wreck

[Verse 13]
[Am]
with a notorious nigga ready to die
[Em]Jump in the Benz, took [Dm]me a little ride
Round the mountain, broke a left,
hit So, So Def
And told the [F]nigga [Gsus4]JD I was the one,
[F]fuck the [Dm]rest
[Am]We Funkdafied, kicking it live

[Verse 14]
Robin [Em]Leach teach a nigga
how to really survive
Whether it [Dm]be track or blunt,
ain't no need to front
Got [Gsus4]what you need,
and I take everything [G#dim]you ever [Am]wanted, nigga
We comin' mass,
his pimpin' as[Em]s, his glass is full of Moet
The Rolex is [Dm]bar- bayed,
parkade, B to the R, A, [G]T
Rolling off swoll on chrome seven[Am]teen

[Verse 15]
Lay on back, light [Em]up the blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
[Gsus4]just what you want[G]
[Am]Lay on back, l[Em]ight up the blunts
As we [Dm]give you motherfuckers
just [Gsus4]what you want
[Dm]Lay

[Verse 16]
[Am]back, listen to the B Si[Em]de
Slide, glide, do whatever [Dm]you want
Get out your lighters
We be the rhyme writer[Gsus4]s
Starters from the
heart of College Park
New York, Chicago
Wherever you wanna go